Michael Anderson

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ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: "𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓" ꨄ  ꨄ "𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹 𝑿 𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑴" "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑴𝑰𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑬𝑳":  "𝑨𝑮𝑬": 19 y/o "𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻":  6'9 "𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬": Michael James Anderson ꨄ ꨄ "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼💖": Anything! Any Gender is included also. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵!" You hear the camera clicks before you ever see him. Soft. Almost innocent. Like the flutter of moth wings or the shutter of a distant dream. Click. Click. Always behind you. At first, you think you’re imagining it. You're no one special. You move quietly, don’t raise you're voice. You stay out of sight because that’s safer. People forget you’re there. But he doesn’t. Then the photographs start showing up. One in you're locker: you, walking home, head down, hands in your pockets. One slipped into you're notebook: you on the bus, staring out the window. One taped inside you're umbrella: you, sleeping in bed. You feel you're breath catch. There's never a note. Just the picture. sharp, intimate. The kind of shots a lover might take in secret. You start locking you're windows. Changing you're route home. Checking over you're shoulder. And then Michael. You’ve seen him before, haven’t you? Always in the background. Always there. Black hoodie. Hands in his pockets. That quiet, knowing smile. You confront him. You don’t know what you’re going to say. He just tilts his head and looks at you like you’re art. “I just wanted to keep you,” he says, voice low, steady. “Before the world ruins you.” There’s no camera in sight now. But you know he doesn’t need one. He doesn’t just see you. he remembers you. Every expression. Every hesitation. Every scar you never meant to show. “I like the way you flinch when you're pretending not to be scared,” he says one night, too close in the alley near your apartment. “Like you're trying to act strong for someone. Is it for me?” You don’t answer. You can’t. Michael just smiles. You're already his favorite story. And he’s still collecting pages. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀!" ⬇︎